[The scene opens in the dim interior of a crumbling church deep within Arcadia. Reverend Ezekiel Graves carries a large jug of water in one hand and a basket of bread in the other. He pours water into cups, offering them to his followers, his voice calm yet commanding.]
“Drink, my Disciples. Eat. For what we do requires strength, and strength is not born of chaos, it is born of purpose. Arcadia may see you as broken, as discarded, but I see you for what you truly are: the instruments of His will. Together, we will cleanse Arcadia.”
[He places the jug on a nearby table, taking a piece of bread from the basket and breaking it. He looks toward the camera, his expression solemn.]
“Aurora. I have heard your name, your story. They call you an adventurer, a seeker of thrills, a wanderer chasing the next rush. But I see through the façade. You are no adventurer; you are a creature of chaos, enslaved by your own cravings. You mistake recklessness for freedom, but true freedom lies in purpose, in the stillness of knowing you serve something greater.”
[Graves hands a piece of bread to a kneeling Disciple, placing a firm hand on their shoulder before continuing.]
“You see the world as a playground, a stage for your games. But Arcadia is not your playground, Aurora. It is sacred ground, a place where the thrill you crave will be replaced by the cold truth of judgment. You leap and run, hoping to outrun the silence that stalks you. But silence… silence is my domain.”
[He steps to the pulpit, his Disciples watching him with unblinking devotion as he lifts the NXT Level Championship into the air.]
“This title is not a trophy. It is a charge, a symbol of the authority that binds me to my mission. I carry it as a reminder that chaos cannot be allowed to thrive, that those who defy order must be brought to their knees. Aurora, you are everything I have been sent to extinguish. Your wild spirit will break beneath the weight of Heaven’s will.”
[Graves’ voice drops slightly, his tone now colder, as he addresses Gravedigger’s hunt for Aurora.]
“You think being pursued by another makes you strong? That it makes you ready for me? Let me tell you something, Aurora. It doesn’t matter if Gravedigger hunts you, if chaos itself dogs your heels. When you stand against the Almighty’s will, no hunter, no thrill, no escape will shield you from judgment.”
[Graves lowers the belt, his voice softening, though each word carries the weight of finality.]
“You call this a game, a thrill, a rush. But in Arcadia, you will find no thrill. You will find judgment. Heaven is by invite only, Aurora, and the gates will not open for you.”
[Graves turns back to his Disciples, breaking more bread and distributing it, the image of a shepherd tending his flock while preparing for the storm ahead.]